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4 A.M bloodbxth diss
- It's 4 a.m., Verse 1 think he can spit,
- But his weak ass rhymes just don't hit,
- Tries to diss everyone, can't even commit,
- Stealing lines like a thirsty ass hypocrite.
- Bitch tryna act hard, tryna make a scene,
- But he's just a bitch on a fake rap dream,
- No real bars, just empty ass schemes,
- Trying too hard, it's so motherfuckin’ obscene.
- Stay in your lane, keep quiet, just chill,
- You're just a wannabe, ain't got no skill,
- I'm the real deal, I got the fuckin' will,
- Verse 1 better $#!%down, take the red pill.
- I'm the king of the night, I own this shit,
- Verse 1's words ain't worth a fuckin' spit,
- Don't mess with me, don't throw a fit,
- 4 a.m. in the morning, I'm the fuckin' wit.
- 4 in the mornin', I'm up, ain't yawnin', ready to dish out da diss,
- Name's Tewsly, bringin' fuckin' heat, ain't nobody gon' diss this miss.
- Stop with the additions, keep it one hundred, ain't about to share my crown,
- Dissin' one person, straight savage, watch as their reputation drown.
- I'm on fire, spittin' flames, you can't touch this flow,
- Bars hittin' hard, like a Tyson blow, feel the death row.
- No chill, no mercy, I'm the ruler of this scene,
- A king in da game, killin' it, makin' haters scream.
- Savage with the rhymes, ain't holdin' back, let my lyrics attack,
- 4 a.m. vibes, ain't no time for weaklings, only stacks on stacks.
- My name be buzzin', in these streets, like a Jay Z verse,
- Dissin' at dawn, I'm the realest, watch me immerse.
- No room for fakes, only true players allowed, ain't no room for confusion,
- Legendary status, makin' history, my rhymes causin' a revolution.
- 4 a.m. in the mornin', the perfect time to strike and ignite,
- On top of the game, can't be faded, my rhymes in da spotlight.
- 3 in da mornin', you still fuckin' z's,
- While I'm spittin' flames, makin' hits with ease,
- Cuttin' through the beat like a fuckin' katana,
- My verses lethal, your shit whack, ain't no comma.
- Talkin' 'bout 4 a.m in the mornin', boy please,
- Your music so fucking weak, can't handle the squeeze,
- You ain't in this game, can't taste da pain,
- I'm on top, you can't even sustain.
- You barkin' loud, but lackin' bite,
- I spit real shit, while you take a flight,
- Being real is a vibe that you can't afford,
- Cuz you frontin', fakin', can't even afford
- Yo, it's 4 A M, ain't no time for sleep,
- My flow sharper than a blade, cuts deep,
- In the quiet hours, I run these streets,
- Fuck with me, you'll be meetin' defeat.
- Got my mind sharp like a razor blade,
- Bars so sick, they should be quarantined,
- In the darkness, I shine like a grenade,
- Explosive rhymes, leaving heads in disbelief.
- I'm a night owl, thriving when it's dark,
- Bars so hot, leave you with a scar,
- Skill level higher than a fuckin' spark,
- Rap game on lock, call me the czar.
- 4 A M is when I come alive,
- Spit flames hotter than July,
- No need to hide, I'll take your pride,
- In this rap game, I ain't gonna abide.
- In the still of the night, I reign supreme,
- King of the mic, livin' the dream,
- Got haters shook, feelin' extreme,
- At 4 A M, I'm a rap machine.
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